The pulse in my throat
Covers me in a blanket of calm
It reassures me
That I am real
Of that I sometime wonder
There are times I feel empty
Like people walk right through me
Whistling with the happiness of life
For moments when they walk through me
I feel their happiness and then it’s gone
So elusive. So freeing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem